On the hillside, there were white metal shields standing all over the place. Following an order, dense gun barrels were set out from behind the shields and opened fire.
Short blazing fires sounded one after another, and metal projectiles streaked through the atmosphere, instantly shattering the enemy's armor, breaking open the flesh, and blood flowers splashed and bloomed.
The soldiers at the front of the Canghong Empire fell to pieces, but they were quickly replaced by others.
"Quick, quick, quick! Charge while the opponent is reloading!" the mounted officer raised his sword and shouted, running along the side of the line.
The imperial soldiers at the foot of the hillside also began to trot, rushing upwards.
After many battles with Crancia, the empire naturally realized the advantages and convenience of muskets. Although there was not enough production for a while, they also summarized some general regulations to deal with the shooting of muskets.
Melee combat, night combat, rainfall, bombing, and bow and arrow shooting are all ways to deal with musket shooting.
In the current era, the rate of fire of bows and arrows is much faster than that of muskets. However, the lack of archers limits the use of long-range firepower. (The emergence of repeating rifles is a later stage in the development of firearms.)
At the foot of the undulating hillside, soldiers wearing iron-gray armor and helmets with black and red feathers surged up like a tide. The friction of metal armor made people breathless.
Facing the afternoon sun, the held-up gun blade refracted bursts of light, forming a sea of fine pieces. Dry grass clippings continued to rise with the steps, and the air was filled with the smell of tension.
Pull the bolt, insert ammunition, reload, close again, raise the gun, aim, and fire.
Bang!
As the gun butt on his shoulder reverberated, there was a sharp sound, and blood spattered from an enemy not far away, and he struggled to his knees.
But after he fell, there was still a dark figure behind him, and they charged forward again, shouting.
After three rounds of shooting, the soldiers of the Canghong Empire and Clancia came into close combat.
The front rows of both sides held large steel shields, and spears were placed behind the shields like hedgehogs, sprinting forward. With the infusion of magic power, sharp brilliance flashed on the weapons.
In the end, the two sides collided with each other like a train, with the front rows piercing each other and blood splattering. Thousands of lives were lost in an instant. Then the soldiers from the rear came on top and began to approach and fight.
Looking at the fierce and brutal battle on the hillside from a distance, hundreds of nobles in crimson trench coats emerged from behind the imperial camp. What allowed them to fly were the wings woven with blood-colored magic power on their backs.
The strength of these nobles of the Cang Red Empire ranges from 4 to 5 in the Demon Sequence. Relying on these bright red magic wings, they can flexibly break into the battlefield and cut into the back row. Whether it is a surprise attack, a blockade, or an escape, they can easily do so.
Seeing these blood-winged nobles appearing behind the opponent, pairs of snow-white wings spread out from behind Crancia, and nearly a hundred angel-sequence extraordinary beings from the Sanctuary or Sage Academy also took off one after another.
Although their numbers are not as large as their opponents, and their combat effectiveness is not as good as theirs, they can at least suppress their opponents' attacks and reduce their own casualties.
"It's really pleasant." Looking at those white-feathered priests and healers, Panside's lips showed an evil smile.
He opened his right hand, and bloody magic emerged from the air, converging on his palm to form a twisted sphere.
Demonic Blood·Kuva Strangulation!
As if as a signal, the nobles in red also threw the bloody magic balls in their hands and smashed them towards the opposite position.
When it reached the midair, a layer of pale golden light curtain rose, canceling out nearly half of the blood cells, but it was quickly corroded and dissipated. Some blood cells exploded below, and traces of dark red blood pierced in all directions. If someone was scratched
, if injected into the body, the body will be poisoned immediately.
Seeing many soldiers vomiting blood and twitching and falling down, Albert frowned. At this time, he couldn't care less about preserving his magic power and physical strength.
"Holy White Shield, unfold!" He shouted loudly, and then the large shield with a white background and gold rim in his hand bloomed with brilliance.
The 600 shield-bearing guards beside him also raised their shields high after hearing the order, running their extraordinary cores, and jointly casting spells.
Golden light overflowed between the shields, and then layers of pale golden shields formed in the air. The shields were like superimposed transparent shield outlines, blocking out the subsequent blood-colored magic bullets.
"Haha, even you, Albert, how long can you hold on?"
Looking at the scene in front of him, Panside flapped his wings and soared into the sky, followed by hundreds of red-clothed nobles following the count.
Like birds of prey swooping down, these red figures drew long arcs in the air, avoiding the fire of ground muskets, and circled directly behind the flanks of the military formation.
Facing the musketeers loading at the rear, these nobles holding blood-colored swords slashed wantonly and easily, bringing up pieces of blood.
"You all must die!"
Seeing those comrades dying tragically on the spot one by one, a soldier opened his eyes with tears in his eyes. He raised the musket in his hand, charged forward, and only pulled the trigger when he was only a few meters away from the enemy.
Although this move caused a small blood flower to appear on the enemy's body, he also paid the price with his life.
The long and narrow blood sword swept past, and then an unwilling head flew up. The nearly three hundred red-clothed nobles seemed to be in an uninhabited land and began to slaughter these low-level soldiers.
Priests wearing white wings arrived one after another. They began to wield white flame lightsabers to fight against these enemies. However, because they were far outnumbered by the enemies, they could only act as a containment.
White flames and red swords complement each other, and people fall from the sky from time to time, spilling blood on the spot.
Seeing the white shield-lined hillside below being surrounded by black and red tides, gradually dissipating and being submerged, a strange song sounded from the horizon.
The voice is slightly hoarse, yet calm and sacred.
As the song sounded, an invisible breeze seemed to blow on the battlefield, the magic of the demon sequence was greatly suppressed, and the air began to be filled with pure white magic light sand.
"Other side of the mountain!" A shouting voice echoed across the land.
Panside turned to look, and saw hundreds of nuns in gray clothes appearing on the hillside in the distance. These nuns were all wearing uniform shawl robes, hoods on their heads, and gray cloths over their eyes.
They prayed and sang together, and the wind made of light blew to the earth.
"The Gray Nun of the Sanctuary!"
Seeing the reinforcements appearing, Panside gave a low shout, and then led the red-clothed nobles behind him to fly towards that direction.
If these nuns are allowed to continue singing hymns and performing domain arts, the extraordinary strength of the empire will be greatly suppressed, and the other side can greatly increase the strength of the holy shield, and also allow those white-clothed priests to
Rescued a large number of injured.
The golden-red sword was drawn from his waist, and there was a metal rosette on its guard. Panside held the blood-colored rose sword passed down by his family, and a sense of glorious mission emerged in his heart.
This is one of the 27 bloody rose swords given to the vassals by the founding king Yalin, and he is also one of the 27 pure-blood nobles. Now he wants to regain the glory of his ancestors and engrave his name on the emblem of meritorious service.
Chapter 1.
The aristocratic genius of Demonic Sequence 6 jumped up, his body like red lightning, and instantly slashed at the group of gray nuns.
clang!
Unfortunately, he does not seem to be as lucky as his ancestors today. Two special long swords blocked the red sword body with patterns engraved on it.
The two swords have no sharp edges, they are like long rulers, and there are notches on them to block the sharp and dangerous blades.
"You are!?" He looked surprised when he looked at the blindfolded nun who suddenly stopped him.
But the other party didn't answer, and then two long iron-gray swords crossed each other and penetrated his body easily, leaving him weakly kneeling on the ground.
The bloody wings behind him gradually dissipated, and blood continued to gush out along the wound. It was a gift from the angel, and the wound that the devil could not heal itself allowed all the warmth to slowly flow away.
Panside couldn't figure out why he failed suddenly, and his consciousness was gradually blurring at this moment. The sound of killing and gunfire in his ears seemed to have become a distant dream, and the world gradually became dead and cold.
So this is death? He slowly closed his eyes and fell under the simple gray linen dress.
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Fengxiao Province, central battlefield.
The battle was in full swing, the air was filled with the smell of blood and gun smoke, and the ground was littered with fallen corpses and craters.
Cranthia's front retreated again and again, and seemed to have reached the final edge of fragmentation, but the battle would not end there.
Just when the black and red tide was about to break up the front line of the white gold stars, the reinforcements finally arrived.
One after another pure white flags appeared on the horizon, and accompanied by the sound of hard-working horse hooves, young lives came from the distant sky.
These simple-armored cavalrymen, holding long spears in their hands, constantly urged the horses under them to rush towards the battlefield under the sunset.
They are reserve soldiers from various counties in the interior of Crancia. Although it is too late to obtain complete equipment for a while, time waits for no one. Now they will embark on a desperate battlefield and defend this beloved country with their lives and blood.
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Nearly 300,000 cavalrymen pointed their rifles into the sky, rushing towards this rotting battlefield along with billowing smoke and dust.
Since the war, Clanscia has continuously recruited reserve soldiers, and military education has begun in countless places. All young people must receive local military training and be ready for war at all times.
Now the first batch of reserve troops has finally been trained. They gathered from all over the country, gathered in Soland, and then arrived on the battlefield today.
The strong wind was howling, and the billowing dust was flying in the sound of horse hooves. The smell of dust and gunpowder smoke filled the mouth and nose, but at this moment, my heart was beating like the blazing sun.
Once upon a time, they lived in a lifeless gray world, and such difficult and difficult days are still unforgettable.
Dry brown bread mixed with sand, hard work under the scorching sun, an emaciated father, brothers and sisters starving to death in his arms, unjust laws, indifferent ridicule and contempt, and narrow houses that cannot shelter from the wind and rain.
It seems as if there is no hope in the world and no one knows where the future will lead.
And on that day, a ray of light passed through the dark clouds and shined into the world, bringing him warmth and hope.
From then on, he held this flag high and swore to defend it until the end of his life and the world.
Now, it's time to fulfill the promise.
"Long live Crancia!"
Spears were lowered from the air one after another, placed in front of the horse, and charged towards the black and red world with an indomitable momentum.
The strong wind howled, and the setting sun was like blood.
Accompanying the charge that accelerated to the extreme, each young cavalryman fearlessly rushed towards the enemy formation, tearing it apart continuously, and as the blood flowers bloomed, young and fiery lives emerged one by one.
Bravery is not the absence of fear, but knowing this but still choosing to move forward.